Sunday, July 5, 2015

July 5, 2015

Today is officially Lazy Sunday. Beer, wine and leftovers. Yankee game, the Woman's World Cup.


Forest Hills Greenmarket saves my July 4th weekend with Riverhead corn.

I always loved the line "My heart soars like a hawk"

Jack Crabb: Grandfather, I am glad to see you.
Old Lodge Skins: Glad to see you too, my son. My heart soars like a hawk. Do you want to eat? I won't eat with you, because I'm gonna' die soon.

My Heart Soars
By Chief Dan George

The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.

The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea,
speaks to me.

The faintness of the stars,
the freshness of the morning,
the dew drop on the flower,
speaks to me.

The strength of fire,
the taste of salmon,
the trail of the sun,
And the life that never goes away,
They speak to me.
And my heart soars

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